Are you feeling perturbed,
Perhaps you're disturbed,
But surely that can't be true,
This habit you have cannot be curbed,
Your aim is to cause others ado.
Snide comments you make,
While the facts you forsake,
Yet the context is yours to defend,
The actions I'd say of a bully or fake,
Reality you do love to bend.
What you enjoy,
Is purely to annoy,
With some you may well succeed,
Perhaps your conscience you need to deploy,
It's cruel to make the innocent bleed.
Ask yourself why,
You make others cry,
Methinks it could be inanity,
Then again by living a lie,
I believe it could be insanity
Some call you trolls,
The truth this stalls,
I think they are just being kind,
It's on vulnerable ears your nastiness falls,
To reality,
‘' Cowards Are Blind ‘'
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